The order and disorder of the microcosmos compose the form of the macrocosmos. Theocharakis follows the same route. In her personal Akrithakis’ type “chick – chick” intrude houses, faces, images, memories, all compressed by a perpetual scripture. How, however, can the subconscious’s warehouse unloading be interpreted in this way? As an instinctual assembly of motley words with surrealistic moods? As a fitting of the personal empirical negative film ribbon? It can be both.